Chapter 308: Hitting Persimmons

In the room, Wang Yanmei shouted: "Children, it's time to eat." ”

When I was a child, if the elders shouted to eat, and they still sat there without moving, they would be scolded, so Xu Qingzhi also developed the reaction of hearing this sentence and going over as soon as possible.

Typing on the phone, Xu Qingzhi wished him a sentence: "All the best." ”

Then put the phone back in his pocket.

As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the smell of celery stir-fried and fragrant.

Meicheng's dried incense was famous in the past, but now only Internet celebrity products are more popular on the Internet, and such historic local word-of-mouth food has gradually faded out of the historical stage.

Xu Qingzhi is quite fond of eating.

This kind of fragrant dry taste is more tender, there is no smoky taste outside, but salty and tender tofu flavor, with celery and chili, and a little meat fragrance, the oil is more when stir-frying, and the fat inside is fried into lard residue, especially for rice.

Xu Qingzhi filled a bowl of white rice and ate it very deliciously.

Lin Kai and the others have already lost the restraint when they came to eat on the first day, and after eating the first bowl, they went to serve the second bowl by themselves, and they didn't need Wang Yanmei to greet them and say that there was rice in the pot, you should eat more.

I even took the initiative to arrange tomorrow's work.

"Uncle, didn't Grandpa say the day before yesterday that the persimmon was going to be picked, take advantage of the holiday these days, and we will help pick it tomorrow."

"Yes, if there are many people, they can do it quickly." Xu Yi echoed, thinking in his heart that it would be more fragrant to eat after work.

Xu Fuqiang also saw that these young men were really not afraid of hardship, and even did it happily.

Unlike some young people in the village who work at home on vacation, they have a sad face when they wave a hoe in the next place, sighing, full of reluctance, and the adults who provoke work look at the mood is not smooth, and wave their hands and shout to them to leave, don't be in the way.

Xu Fuqiang ate a chopstick, fed a mouthful of rice, swallowed it, and said politely in his mouth: "Cheng, then let's pick persimmons tomorrow." ”

"Okay, this persimmon will be finished in one day." Lin Kaihao said affectionately.

In fact, persimmons can't be picked in a day.

There are not many persimmon trees in Ah Gong's house, but there are also a lot. Not only one at the gate of the yard, but also one at the door of Xu's house, there is also a persimmon forest planted in the back mountain, and there must be dozens of trees.

In the past, there were still people stealing, especially children in the fifth and sixth grades, who were ignorant and energetic, who could climb trees and fall down, and were always in the wild in the mountains. If you pick some wild prickly bubbles, cow tongues, and hawthorns, it doesn't affect anything, but they either steal watermelons in the field, or pull peanuts and sweet potatoes, and Ah Gong's persimmon trees also suffer from it.

The people in the village are always much more tolerant of children, unlike the bear children who meet them on the Internet now, the parents of the unlucky bear children have to be doxxed, and hundreds of thousands of comments are scolding.

In fact, I am angry, but I always think that it is a child, and the matter is solved in a light way, and it is not a big matter that hurts the nature and reason, and it is okay to lose money.

Xu Qingzhi was not in school before, and his brother from the second uncle's family was taken to steal watermelons from other people's fields.

She is the youngest, the one who follows a group of boys, eating and drinking.

Afterwards, others held them accountable, and several male babies were silent with red necks, and the angry second uncle whipped her cousin with hemp rope.

Ah Gong asked her if she had eaten the watermelon that her brother had taken from someone else's field.

She tilted her head, and Ah Gong answered as soon as she asked, giggling and saying: Eat, my brother smashed it down with a fist, and the watermelon opened, so powerful.

She couldn't help but applaud, and there was no physical performance, how did her cousin smash it down at that time.

After all, before her cousin smashed it, he specially called her: "Sister, look, brother will show you martial arts!" I'm better than Bruce Lee, huh! ”

The watermelon cracked very irregularly in the middle.

She remembered the picture clearly.

Afterward...... The cousin of the second uncle's family stopped playing with her, saying that she was a traitor.

Originally, the boys were energetic, and Xiao Qingzhi always couldn't keep up with their footsteps, and she was lost a few times, so she didn't play with them.

When I was a child, many of my emotions were quite pure.

Unlike now, every Chinese New Year, when I meet those brothers and sisters-in-law and the like, they won't say a few words, their faces are pale, and Xu Qingzhi has no intention of sticking a hot face to a cold ass.

Between people, it seems that there is an invisible but thick wall between them.

I can't tell if it was better when I didn't understand anything when I was a child, or if I understand everything now.

But people will grow up eventually.

Like, the group of fart children who steal melons and potatoes, they have grown up, settled outside, and the children they gave birth to have also gone to better cities, and no one has stolen persimmons from Ah Gong Hou Mountain every year, and some people may pass by and see one or two picks, but the impact is not great.

Compared with persimmons, the Chinese cabbage that sometimes grows vigorously along the roadside is more dangerous to be stolen by a motorist in the middle of the night.

In addition, this persimmon is actually not fully ripe, and you can't eat it immediately after picking it.

So the next day, Xu Fuqiang called his grandfather, and when the group went to pick persimmons, when they entered the persimmon forest, they could see that the persimmon trees were full of persimmons, which was only a lot more than the amount of fruit hanging from the persimmon tree in the yard.

There are few people who grow persimmons in the village, so maybe her grandfather planted them.

I don't know how others pick persimmons, since Ah Gong planted persimmons, he used a person to climb trees to beat persimmons, and a group of people held a sheet under the head.

At this time, the persimmon is still a little hard, not the kind of soft persimmon, let alone the crystal persimmon that will rot when pinched, and it is nothing if it falls on the sheets.

As for the work of going up the tree, Lin Kai immediately recommended himself to go, but after all, there was a danger factor, Xu Fuqiang refused, just let a few young men go down, he came.

Xu Fuqiang also has experience in beating persimmons and knows what kind of force to use.

Lin Kai and a few people picked it up here, and Xu Qingzhi and her brother and Ah Gong picked it up on the other side, for fear that there would be persimmons that would slip through the net.

After all, although this persimmon is hard, if it hits the ground and breaks the skin, it should be bad or bad. Such a big and good persimmon is distressing to look at when it falls.

Xu Fuqiang took the pole and began to fight, and the persimmon fell down like rain, falling on the sheets.

Originally, this persimmon picking was not too rushed, but when we were tired, everyone would take a break and eat some frosted peanuts made by Ms. Wang.

Dozens of persimmon trees, so it took three days to finally finish them all.

Even the persimmon tree in front of Ah Gong's house was picked up.

And the persimmons picked from the persimmon tree at the door of Xu's house, Wang Yanmei specially put them in the rice to cook, and then packed them in bags, and waited until the day of school, so that Lin Kai, Xu Yi, Wu Bo, and Zhang Song took them to school to eat.

Xu Zijun also brought some.

There are also salted duck eggs, Wang Yanmei saw that several people liked to eat them, so they also packed some.